Page 10 of It's in His Bite

His voice floated into me, his every thought spilling into my mind as I kept my hands pressed against him. For the first time, they didn’t feel overwhelming. They added to the waves, pushed the depths of need even deeper until they felt bottomless. My nails dug into his stomach as my entire body clenched, the pulsing heat in my core becoming unignorable. He groaned against me, and a shiver shot down my spine at the masculine sound. His palm slid down until it cupped my neck, his thumb pressing into the sensitive spot just under my ear.

She’s panting. For me. Fuck, I need to taste her cunt, too. Need to feel her under me before this wears off and she hates me again.

Oh god. Hate him?

“I don’t hate you,” I whispered.

It was stupid, responding to his unspoken thought, but I couldn’t let him think that, couldn’t let him believe I was only like this because of his fangs in my wrist.

I twisted my hand into his sweater and pulled him closer, driven entirely by instinct. This time, his lips weren’t softly exploring. They were hot and unyielding as he tasted me again and then started tracing a path across my jaw and down my neck. His tongue brushed over the other punctures, and I groaned. His lips parted over my collarbone, and then he bit the skin there, pulling it between his lips hard enough I knew it would bruise. I gasped at the sudden bite of pain, both of my hands twisting tighter into his sweater. His thoughts cut off all at once.

He moved to my other collarbone and repeated the bite before following the low v of the sweater I wore. He pushed it to the side with his teeth, pulling until my breast was fully bared,my nipple hard and aching through the thin fabric of my bra. And then his hands left my neck, trailing down my sternum. I squirmed in the chair, trying to find a way to put pressure on my clit and release some of the pressure.

“Landon,” I gasped. “Oh, God.”

He groaned. And then he pushed aside the cup of my bra and closed his lips around my nipple. Every pull on it, every circle of his tongue around the sensitive flesh, echoed in my clit. He let my breast fall from his mouth, and I shuddered as the wetness he left behind made my skin pebble. I cursed as he did the same to my other breast, his lips and teeth and tongue swirling me into a vortex of need I couldn’t breathe through. I rolled my hips forward, and he grabbed my knee, forcing me still.

Something inside me broke. I used my hands still twisted in his sweater to push him down, to try and get him to where I needed him so acutely I was convinced I would die from it. He chuckled even as he dropped to his knees. His hands didn’t shake at all as he pushed the skirt of the sweater dress up to my hips and then palmed my thighs, forcing them so far apart I felt laid bare.

Without saying a word, I reached down and pulled my panties to the side, not wanting to wait for him to decide what to do with them. His red eyes flashed brighter, and the sharp curve of his claws pricked my skin as they lengthened again.

And then he leaned forward, and his lips and tongue were on me.

His beard scratched at my skin, every small pinprick of almost pain heightening the feel of his tongue tracing the lines of my pussy. Holy God, there was too much sensation already.

I let my free hand dig into his hair, the small brushes of my palm against his scalp giving me partial thoughts that I had no hope of understanding, of focusing on long enough to deciphertheir meaning. He was relentless, his movements so skilled it should be illegal. His tongue pressed into me, and I moaned.

Whatever part of my brain that could worry that he’d find me too young, too awkward, too brazen was silenced by a growing primal chant I’d never heard before.

More. More. More.

I couldn’t tell if they were his thoughts or my own.

“Landon,” I gasped. “Oh, God, I’m right there.”

Already? That’s not enough for me.

Oh, Jesus.

He didn’t slow his movements, though. He pressed into me with a single finger and then a second, curling them with a precision that would haunt my every fantasy from here on out. My entire body trembled.

“Come for me, Harlowe. Let me feel it, taste it. Just this once. Let me have it just this once.”

His lips closed over my clit, and he sucked. I detonated.

I cried out, my hand fisting in his hair as my vision blurred out. Lightning shot down my limbs as pleasure rocketed through my core. He didn’t slow his movements, his fingers fucking me through every wave of pleasure as it buffeted me like I was a rock along the shore, unable to move.

Eventually, minutes or years later, the sensations faded, and my vision and mind returned. I panted, trying to catch my breath. Landon carefully pulled away from me, pulling my hand away from my panties, adjusting them until I was covered again. He eased back onto his heels, his own chest heaving with his breathing. I let go of his hair, scared I’d hurt him.

And then the undeniable need to taste him, feel him in my mouth, to return the pleasure he’d given me, filled me. I scrabbled at his sweater, trying to get myself off the stool and on the floor with him, but he deftly grabbed my hands and forced me still. His eyes were still red, his fangs so long I could see themeven as he clenched his jaw. His erection was obvious in his sweats, the line of it impressive. My mouth watered at just the thought of having all of him in my mouth, tasting his skin and feeling him shudder around me.

“Landon,” I said, trying again.

He shook his head. “I’m fine, Harlowe.”

I swallowed my sudden nerves. I wasn’t anywhere near close to a virgin, but his refusal had me questioning everything I’d ever experienced with a man. No one had ever turned down a blowjob. The urge to touch his skin, to sneak away his thoughts, was consuming.

Before I could break out of his hold, though, he took a long breath, and his eyes dropped back to emerald. With soft, careful movements, he twisted my wrist until the punctures were facing up. The skin around them was lightly bruised, a blue-gray that would probably deepen into purple overnight. It was worse than some bites I’d had, but the wounds were closed. In fact, they were more thoroughly scabbed than the ones the jerk from the cafe had left in my throat yesterday morning. Landon nodded, tracing each puncture with his thumb. I couldn’t help but shiver, my pussy clenching all over again, heedless of the orgasm he’d wrung from my body.